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Not Quite A Memory, More A Querie
Was just wondering if anyone who knows the history of Gilberdyke has any information on Claytons fold, used to be clayton tractors of Gilberdyke. I am interested to find out the history of the land before the tractor factory, or if anyone knows of anything that happened on the land. A neighbour's little girl keeps saying she can see a man in her room, and I was wondering if she could see someone from a past with the land, her mum's rather distraught and would appreciate any information from the area as we moved here 4 years ago onto the new development which is Claytons fold (I think Scalby Lane runs along it, the Wards hotel is right next door). Many thanks, Ashleigh x
Ben Howdels Blacksmith Shop
In 1952 I started my apprenticeship as a blacksmith with Ben Howdel. We were situated on the corner of Back Lane and Howden Road. I served my full term of five years, always being the 'Junior' under Percy Riley - who I understand, still lives in the village - and Raymond Johnson from Hayton. For eighteen months I cycled from Market Weighton every day untill I bought a motorcycle - and what a difference this made! We did work for most of the farmers for miles around, and in the five years I spent there, farming practices changed rapidly. I spent the rest of my working life as a blacksmith - but those first five years were not easy! Does anyone remember those days?
Poplar Farm on The A614
My aunt Joyce Blacker (nee Watson), and uncle Earnest used to live here, along with my cousins, Christine, Pauline and Magaret. I think it was next to a garage with a cafe or something. They had sheep and pigs on the farm, and there was an old well in the garden that was said to be haunted by a girl that had fallen in and drowned. My cousins and I used, when my parents brought us up to Yorkshire to see my gran and grandad Watson, use the back way across the fields and over ditches to get to where my grandparents lived at Caville Hall and later when the Hall had to be demolished because the cellars, that had been built over the old moat of the older Hall, filled up with water making the Hall unsafe, Caville Cottages. ( I only have one picture of the Hall when it was an old single story building. My mum(Betty) and her 6 brothers and sisters were brought up in Caville... Read more
Station Lane
The first smallholding on the right hand side was where my relatives lived - Richard and Nellie Wiles. The house is still very much the same, but with some extensions to the house itself. The outbuildings are exactly the same. The next house was my grandparents' smallholding. The outbuildings are still there but can hardly be seen from the road. I remember the Station Master was a Mr O'Keefe. I still have a cousin living in Station Lane. Happy memories.
Stephenson's Shop
In 1939 this shop was owned by Mr and Mrs Hodgson. They were relatives of Geoff Foster who still lives in the village. I last made a purchase from Annie Hodgson in 1948. I last saw the Hodgsons in 1952 on returning from service in Malaya. I love Holme and still make regular visits.
Stephensons Shop
The house on the left, when I was a child in the 60's was Stephensons Shop. We called there for sweets on our way down to Water End to visit relatives.
RAF Station For 76 Squadron
The station was the take-off location for aircraft on a bombing raid to Germany. Squadron Leader Francis William Scott Turner departed 1843 on 22nd September 1943 and was shot down over Germany, missing and presumed killed on the same date.
I am looking for any information about the aircraft, the squadron and above all that relating to my father, S/L (acting Wing Commander) FWS (Roscoe) Turner.
Paul Bentley's Scrap Yard
I remember visiting Holme -on-Spalding-Moor several times in the early and mid 1960s as a teenage schoolboy to view a yard of very salvageable Edwardian, vintage and 1930's cars which in those days had little monetary or collector's value. The proprietor was an aptly named Paul Bentley, I recall. I particularly remember a ginormous Austro-Daimler from the early 1920s and have often wondered what became of it Mike Day Suphanburi Thailand
Memories of North Yorkshire
The Cottages. Sandholme Road
Moved into Sandholme Road in 1954 from Howden. Father and grandfather bought The Cottages at auction and I lived there until going to college in 1970. My parents stayed there until 1983 when they moved into Laburnum Walk, where my mother still lives. Typical of many villages of the type, walk through it once and you have seen it twice. Living as I do now in Bedlington, Northumberland it is quite a way to visit but we get down when we can. I went to the old Gilberdyke primary as did my father and grandfather. (Ironically my father spent his last few years in the old school when it was turned into a nursing home). Passing the eleven plus meant I went to Goole Grammar School (thankfully before it went comprehensive. When I was young, the modern estates weren't built and rates were cheap. The aircraft works at Brough provided much of the work and gradually Gilberdyke became a dormitory village servicing Hull and Goole. I bought a BSA Bantam... Read more
Cooks Shop
The building on the left is Cooks shop and you are looking up towards the Main Road. On the right in the foreground is the entrance to the Gilberdyke Memorial Hall & playing fields. Behind the Morris oxford is where the new fish shop and post office is now built. About in the middle of the photo on the left of the road was Chippy Dolans shop, a little wooden building that served the best chips in the world!
Willow Garth
My Grandparents Arthur and Gladys Gossop lived at Willow Garth, opposite the White Horse Pub. Grandad bought it with his Army money. He built a workshop, and began a business which included Wheelwright, Joiner and Contractor. He made coffins and walked in funeral processions with his best top hat on. He put piped water, WCs and a bathroom into the house, and did the same in Dad's house in York. He had a bakelite telephone and always a car - first a little black one with orange indicators which stuck out to the side between the doors (one day the rain was coming through the roof when we went to the foundry and I saw the smith pour liquid metal into a sand mould to make a drain cover). Later he had a very swell green Humber Hawk with red leather seats and I got to sit on the armrest (no seatbelts of course). His brother Bristow also lived with them and was employed in the business. Bristow had one... Read more
Evacuees From Hull in WWII
I have never been to Gilberdyke, but I recall that my grandmother, Ivy Ruston, took her 2 younger daughters, Mabel and Dorothy, to lodge in Gilberdyke when the bombing began in Hull.
My grandfather, Harry Ruston, a signals inspector on the LNER railway, knew someone connected with the railway in Gilberdyke who offered Ivy and the girls a safe home away from the bombing.
If anyone has any recollections of, or connections to, a family from Hull coming to live in Gilberdyke at this time, I would be very pleased to hear from them. If there was a station in the village, it might have been the station master's family who took them in.
Sandholme Road in The 1950s
My nana was Toppy Dixon (nee Gossop) and lived in the white house mentioned by Julia - actually the house was called Woodlands. My grandad was Bert Dixon, he worked in the signal box at Staddlethorpe Station. I spent most of my pre-school years and many school holidays at Woodlands with my grandparents. I can remember learning to ride my 2-wheeler bike down the bridge in Sandholme Road, and playing at 'concerts' on piles of wood at Sandholme station with Nana as the audience. Bob the butcher called on Tuesdays and Fridays, the fish man came on Fridays too. Horace the Co-op man came on Thursdays with his van. Mrs Creaser usually delivered the post on her bike, sometimes it was Audrey. On Wednesdays we often caught the coach that came down Sandholme Road to go to Goole Market. My mum was Marjorie Dixon (later to be Shaw), she had an older brother called Harry (Danny).
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